Geoff Page: Two Poems
Ten Weeks
for Alison
I’m like a widower in winter;
ten weeks is a tad too long.
I miss your gossip over coffee,
your skin’s slow, reminiscent song
of when, still not two decades back,
our bodies reached a wild entente
that rose into our minds as well
supplying all a pair might want
when rubbed a little by the years.
We chose to keep our separate houses.
Those first excitements stir me still.
Each week, another dream arouses
souvenirs I thought had cooled.
They flock into this spring and throng.
The day is warm with prunus flowers.
Ten weeks is a tad too long.
Geoff Page
Assisting police with their enquiries
Assisting police with their enquiries
rarely gives too much away.
Its rhythm is a little wiry
but there are rules it must obey:
the well-worn room for interview;
the “good cop”/“bad cop” sweet routine;
the sergeant who’s all déjà vu;
the constable who’s young and keen;
the lawyer pert beside her client
reminding him about his rights;
the minor player half-defiant
beneath the room’s untiring lights.
He’ll sing in time but keeps no diaries
assisting police with their enquiries.
Geoff Page
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